LOVE BLOWS FROM REUNION
Episode 144: MY SON IS ALREADY WORKING

    After being satisfied to see the beauty of the park, the splendor of the building, as well as the natural charm of the hilltop Taman Awang-awang, the, Yudi and Yuna invited Pak Kadus Kampung Karang with his wife and young son, into the pyramid building, which is the game vehicle Taman Awang-awang.

    "This is the vehicle most loved by children. Never empty of visitors. Children are always scrambling to play" Yudi said.

    "God .., lha kok ramainya not koruan ..." decak Mr. Kadus.

    "His son Father, Mother .., he works here. Still training. Yesterday we tried to offer him some work, he is happy here. That's his son .., please meet the father's son" said Yudi while showing Mr. Kadus' son who is still helping children who play sodamanda.

    As soon as he saw his son, Mr. Kadus' wife immediately ran to meet his son.

    "Calcancel .... Iki Simbok, Nang ..." cried his mother who immediately hugged her child. Of course his mother was missing, even though she had only been separated for a week. Understandably the village people who have the principle of 'mangan ora manganese origin collect', then once left the work of his son, kangennya not kepalang.

    The memory that his mother hugged, shocked.

    "Well, is Simbok here? Who's the same, Mbok?" ask the surprised Reminiscences.

    "That, Father and sister .." answered his mother while showing his father and sister.

    "Come here ...? On a picnic, huh?" ask son.

    "Diajak Den Mas Yudi Den Ayu Yuna ..." replied his mother.

    "When?" ask son.

    "Last night .... Me and your brother both slept at Den Mas Yudi's house .... The house is very nice, like a palace" said his mother.

    "Yes, I already know. This tourist attraction is also Den Mas Yudi. I'm told you about the friends who work here. He's a rich man, Mbok .." said the memento who told his mother.

    "But Den Mas Yudi is a kind person, not arrogant, generous, likes to give .... Anyway he's a good man, you have to obey that work here" said his mother.

    "Yes, Mbok ..." replied the memory.

    "We .., we ..., we .... Remembrance of work .... How, like, working here?" ask his father who has met the memory.

    "Alhamdulillah, be at home, sir .." replied his son.

    "Mas, I was taught this play ..." said his little sister who had hugged her brother's arm.

    "This is a toy like sodamanda in our village, which you used to play with your friends, kok .." replied his brother.

    "How do you play, Mas?" ask his sister again.

    "Enter coins here, later the music and lights will light up. Bald the lights on you jump, according to the picture of the foot that comes out. If the picture of the sole of his foot that comes out is only one, it means that the foot of one who stepped on the lamp lit it. But if the image of the soles of the feet that come out two, then you step on with two feet simultaneously. It's the same with your toys with your friends." Her brother who has worked at the place, can explain to his sister. Indeed, that is the work of the memory there, explaining and helping the visitors.

    "I tried to play yes, Mas .." said his sister who certainly wanted to try.

    "You buy coins first, there it ..." said his brother who showed me the place to buy toy coins.

    "No need to buy .., just use this ..." said Yuna who immediately gave five coins to the little boy Mr. Kadus.

    "Thank you, Den Ayu ..." said Mr. Kadus' wife, of course while teaching her son who was still sitting in the second grade of SD inpres.

    "Return the love, Mother ..." said Yuna.

    Finally, the little girl was taught to play digital sodamanda, of course, who taught her own brother. He was happy, even though in his village he often played sodamanda with his friends, but it was only from the sand that was given stripes, then jumped up and down. But in this pyramid building, the game is digital. You can get out the light and the music. Of course this is a very pleasant new experience for villagers who are far from modernization.

    His brother gave a warning to his sister who jumped. While shouting shows a picture of the soles of the feet that must be stepped on immediately.

    "Come jump .... Take this foot picture .... Jump again .... Step on this one ..." so his brother said teach.

    His sister followed his brother's instructions. Jumping in turns, stepping on a picture of a flaming sole. And finally .... "Horeee .....Plok ..., plok .... You win ..." sounding the cheers and applause from that game machine, and saying if the one playing wins.

    How excited the little boy, who immediately embraced his sister who had taught. Next, he asked his brother to play another one.

    That day, brother and sister, playing together. Happy and happy. Of course, his mother and father were happy too. It's good to see her little girl happy. It's good to see his teenage son working.

    Yudi and Yuna, took Mr. Kadus and his wife out of the pyramid building. Moving to the food hall. Of course to invite drinking and eating in a semi-open space that peddles a variety of culinary.

    "Walah ..., this is a restaurant huh, Den ...?" ask Mr. Kadus.

    "Yes, sir .. We had a drink first .... To get rid of thirst. Mr. Kadus, Ms. ..., what do you want to drink?" said Yudi who had sat the four of them facing each other.

    Just as they sat down, a teenage girl came over, handing over a menu of food.

    "What message do you want, Mr. .., Mother ..." asked the waiter.

    "I'm a warm orange, Ma'am .... The food is lontong pecel, but the meat is just a little" said Yudi who was immediately recorded by the steward.

    "I order a warm orange, just like fried java noodles." Yuna's message.

    "What do you want to order?" ask Yudi to Mr. Kadus.

    "Warm tea with pecel rice .." replied Mr. Kadus.

    "Don't try gudeg rice?" Yudi.

    "No, Den .... Lha at home every day cook do not gori, kok ..." said the mother.

    "I repeat the order, warm orange two, warm tea two, lontong pecel one, bakmi jawa goreng one, nasi pecel two .." said mbak steward repeating the order.

    "Sir, please add the same mendoan gimbal, five each. Here's the money, please pay" said Yudi who added the order.

    "Good, Sir .... Thank ye. Please wait a minute" said the waiter.

    Then the waiter rushed to give a list of orders, and pay at the cashier.

    "Lha, fat as I remember, how is this ....?" ask Mr. Kadus who is looking for his son.

    "Don't worry, he'll have his own meal .... Don't worry, Mr .... Let the children have fun first." Yudi replied to calm Mr. Kadus.

    "Oh .., nggih, Den Mas ..." said Mr. Kadus.

    In a moment, the ordered dishes had arrived. A waitress came with food. The first one is a drink order. Then came another waitress, carrying a tray containing two rice pecel dishes and a plate of lontong pecel. Next came again, the waiter who brought the tray containing a plate of mendoan and a plate of gimbal that is still hot, and bakmi jowo fry still steaming the smoke.

    "Please enjoy our meal ..." said the waiter, who invited his customers to enjoy the meal.

    "Thank you, Mom .... Monggo, Mr. Kadus ..., Mother .... Please be brought up." said Yudi.

    The four people enjoyed the dishes that had been served on the table. Of course while enjoying the beauty of the South Sea.

    "Sorry, Den Mas, if you may ask .., this place belongs to Den Mas Yudi .... How, did you order food Den Mas Yudi still pay?" ask Mr. Kadus who is certainly confused.

    "This is modern management, Mr. Kadus .... Although this tourist attraction belongs to me, but who manages others. I'm not alone. I don't even know anything, Mr. Kadus. So even if I eat here, I still have to pay. Because later there will be counts, how much food sold, how much money. If anyone does not pay one portion, it will be found out, sir .... Lhah, if there are no calculations, know later we are bankrupt, can not pay employees. Who sells here, all our citizens. They don't rent, they don't buy. Anyway I asked for a neat, clean and pleasant arrangement. The employees, all the villagers here. From outside the village is only his son Father, it is because I already consider the Father as my brother. So, this is all for the villagers, later the results will also be for the village. I don't want to be cawe-cawe, sir .... But the management should be clear. That's the rule, sir." explains Yudi.

    "Ooo ..., so yes, Den .... Thank you for giving my son the opportunity to work here. One more thing, Den Mas Yudi ..., I was astonished, when at Den Mas Yudi's house, I saw how Den Ayu Yuna slept in her own room, not rooming with Den Mas Yudi? Sorry, Den ..." said Mr. Kadus again.

    "Hehehe .... We just got engaged, Mr. .., yes it's been a long time, anyway .... But Yuna's work isn't done yet, it's still a little more. To get married, we do not want to be burdened with work. Next month, in early October, we are getting married. It's less than a month away. Please pray the blessing yes, sir .." replied Yudi.

    "But it's been a long time engaged, and it's been approved .... In fact, there is also one house ...?! Poor sleep alone, Den ..." said Mr. Kadus.

    "Since the beginning of the year, Yuna has been living here, sir .... Starting in January. He works in Nirwana Village. Instead of a house contract, mendingan hitchhiked in my house. Lhah, if his room, yes indeed from the first come here, the room that Yuna used yes, it was .... Not moved. But if told to sleep in my room, yes tomorrow, sir .... Waiting after marriage. We're not married, we can't sleep in one room. It can be dangerous, sir ..." Yudi explained to Mr. Kadus.

    Of course Mr. Kadus and his wife were astonished. It's really nice of this guy. Stay one house, do not dare to mess around. They have been together for more than eight months. That means these two people are really good people. It was incredible. How can you ...?

    "Pak Kadus ..., do you have any intention to advance Kampung Karang? At least the economy of the community can increase." asked Yudi to Mr. Kadus.

    "Yes, yes, Den .... I envy this Nirwana Village." replied Mr. Kadus.

    "In that case, let his son apprentice here. Later if you are good at managing, let his son who revives the economy in Kampung Karang. People learn, have to look outside, sir .... Do not be like a frog in a shell, can not see the beauty of the outside world. Finally, yes the village did not advance .... It took a long time to make a change, sir .... Especially affecting the mindset of its inhabitants. That's the hard one. But if Mr. Kadus' son, later supported by his father and mother, I believe it must be fast." explained Yudi.

    "Thank you, Den .... Ask for help later we are helped to advance our village" said Mr. Kades.

    "Of course, Mr. Kades .... I already have a life debt to the people of Kampung Karang, there is no way we forget it" said Yudi who certainly had to return the goodwill of the people of Kampung Karang.

    "Nrank, Den .... It is the destiny of Allah ..." said Mr. Kadus.

    "Eh, Mr. Kadus ..., if you may know, the hill bordering the beach on the west side of Kampung Karang has who, yes ...? I mean can I buy it?" ask Yudi who finally asked the hill Ana wanted, a friend of the painter.

    "Walah, Den ..., for what? It's a gege land, no man. It's solid stones and corals, it can't be planted." replied Mr. Kadus.

    "Look, Mr. Kadus .., yesterday friends wanted to paint from the top of the hill, but were afraid if scolded who had. That's why if allowed, we'll clean up, paint a place. But I'd rather that the hill I can buy, so that we can arrange it legally, so that it's legal. This is the beginning I want to advance Kampung Karang. At least, there will be friends who order food. There will be financial income ..." Yudi explained to Mr. Kadus.

    "Neggih, Den Mas Yudi .... If you want to use painting first, monggo .... But if you want to buy, tomorrow I do not mature Mr. Lurah first .., let the position be clear and if for example it may be, Mr. Lurah asks what price. I see, Den ..." replied Mr. Kadus.

    "Yes, Sir .... Thank you so much for helping." said Yudi.

    "Mr ...! Shanty ...!" mr. Kadus' daughter has come after her parents at the food hall. Of course delivered by his brother.

    "Wee ..., wedok child .... Eat yes, Nduk .." said his mother who immediately hugged and kissed her little child.

    "Yes .... I'm thirsty ..." said the boy innocently.

    His brother immediately took a chair, to sit his sister, which was placed between his mother and father. Yudi immediately called the waitress, to cancel the order of Mr. Kadus's new son came.

    "Nang .., you eat, yes .." said his father to the boy.

    "No, Mr .... Later we get rations to eat." said his son.

    "If you want to eat here is okay ..." said Yudi.

    "Thank you, Mr .... I have to get back to work." replied the boy who immediately left the place and returned to the pyramid building. Of course to work.

    "The boy has a high morale, Mr. Kadus .... She's diligent. I have asked Bagas, so that this child is taught how to entrepreneurship, especially in managing tourism. Later to be developed in his village." said Yudi explained the work of his son to Pak Kadus.

    "Thank you, Den Mas .... I'm glad my son can work .... The important thing is he got a job, Den Mas .... Not idle ..." said Mr. Kadus, who would love to see his son's spirit in work.